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“I’ll let that super cheesy - fuck - comment slide because your hand feels amazing, and I’m ready for round two.”

Ty’s phone started convulsing with notifications.

“Fans?” I asked.

He reached over to check. “And friends. Texts from my family, Luke, Quinn, the twins…oh wow, even Cam.”

“All good?”

“All good,” he replied, silencing his phone. He slid under the covers, running a hand over my stomach, before inching it down through my pubes. “Where were we?”

* * *

Christmas Eve

My parents seemed warmer to Ty than the last visit. I'm not sure what had happened. Maybe it was the positive public reception of our relationship? Maybe it was re-signing my Nike deal?

Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to question them about it. I was happy to visit, get a small break from training, and have Ty with me for our holiday tradition. Even with the Campbells.

“Why do they even have to come?”

It was the day before the big party, and Ty was hyper-focused on Ian…again.

“Because they’re friends of the family.”

“I get the parents coming, but you and Ian aren’t really friends anymore. I don’t even understand why he still shows up.” Ty was busy figuring out which swimsuit seemed appropriate for an in-front-of-my-parents swim. “Unless!”

“Unless what?”

“Unless he still likes you.”

“I doubt that, Ty. It’s been years.”

“Well, if you say so, but I’ve got my eye on him. How’s this one?”

“Honestly, they’re not going to care. Wear a speedo, wear a bikini brief. Shit, you could probably wear nothing and they wouldn’t blink.”

“Really?”

“Well, okay, maybe they would notice that.”

“Maybe?” Ty launched himself at me, tackling me onto the bed. “Would you notice that?”

He wasn’t quite big enough to knock the wind out of me, but he was still formidable. “I would definitely notice that. I swear it’s a little bigger now.” I slipped my hands under his briefs and gave his ass a squeeze.

“Aw, it probably just looks that way because it’s not caged up.”

I chuckled. “Maybe so. How does it feel?”

“Ugh.” He rolled off of me. “Every touch of fabric is a tease. I feel like I’m leaking precum all day.”

“Sounds good to me.” I rolled on top of him.

“It’s, like, pretty much constant edging.”

“Still not seeing a negative, babe.”

He pushed me off him. “Let’s go, you big stud. I wanna swim, and if we take any longer, your parents will know what we’re doing in here.”